Short Poems

Swadl'd is the baby, and almost two years,
His swadling time, did neither cry nor stir,
But star'd, smil'd, did lye still, void of all fears,
And sleep'd, tho' barked at by every cur,
Yea, had not wak'd, if Lesly, that hoarse nurse,
Had not him hardly rock't, old wives him curse.

Bold Scots, at Barnnockburn ye kill'd your king,
Then did in parliament approve the fact;
And would ye Charles to such a non-plus bring
To authorize rebellion by an act?
Well, what ye crave, who knows but granted may be?
But if he do't, cause swadle him for a baby.

As Linnaeus wrote his name in flowers,
Thus, Artist, shall it ever be
That lily brows, carnation cheeks,
And rose-bud lips shall speak of thee!
As students of the stars have written
Their names upon the midnight skies,
Thus thou thy living name hast traced
On beauty's heaven, in starry eyes!

How like soft skies that bend at even
Italia's vales above,
Thy spirit's pure and tranquil heaven,
Illumed with stars of love!
Thy chosen one, no longer bound
Art's pilgrim, o'er the sea,
With Nature's self at home, hath found
His Italy in thee.

Noe L.

The word of deniall, and the letter of fifty
makes the gentlemans name that will never be thrifty.

And Noels answere / Raw Ly
The foe to the stommacke, and the word of disgrace
Shewes the gentlemans name with the bold face.

She ceased to speak, but my charmed soul
Bowed down before her soft control;
And I left the Day with her flaunting light,
To follow the calm and starry Night.

TO F. W. C

Flowers pluckt upon a grave by moonlight, pale
And suffering, from the spiritual light
They grew in: these, with all the love and blessing.
That prayers can gain of God, I send to thee!

He said he had no time, he had his car door, a field kitchen crowded the whole day, its bloody night incubator eggs, ladies conquered by eating food negroes The trip from hell in the salt marsh of the day, the silence of the old house still asleep found every morning, the rattle of the concierge in the box, the start of an alarm clock behind a foreign carrier; its open room where the blind slat, life garden begins, and the flap of the day and bird necklaces down on his bed shortage; outfits dairy tinkle on the stairs, the earth out of its cocoon, the clocks are overwhelmed, the bells begin to

L ASCIUAM tota possedi nocte puellam,
Cuius nequitias uincere nulla potest.
Fessus mille modis illud puerile poposci:
Ante preces totas primaque uerba dedit.
Inprobius quiddam ridensque rubensque rogaui:
Pollicitast nulla luxuriosa mora.
Sed mihi pura fuit: tibi non erit, Aeschyle, si uis
Accipere hoc munus condicione mala.

Now with the rights of children three
Caesar rewards my Muse and me,
And mateless I'll remain.
The boon that one alone can give
By his divine prerogative
Must not be made in vain.